Seregrian

          Seregrían returns to the House of the Lore-masters next day at the same hour, this time wearing her new acolyte’s brooch prominently on the collar of her dress.  There is a spring to her step, and she hums tunelessly in her barely-contained joy.  She, the youngest member of the Gwaith-en-Gelydh!  Her parents are proud and happy for her, but as she approaches the House, she masters her glee and puts on a serious face as she enters the foyer, the door wards seein

Seregrian continued to eat, saying "But come, Eira, begin your tale while we dine."

          “To answer these, and all questions you have," Seregrían began, "requires thought and lore. I do not deem it mere chance we encountered each other, especially following hard on your discovery. Fate may be walking with you.  Now tell me this: the name of your birth, Sari Mora? What is its meaning, in your mother's tongue?”

          “I was born to a woman named Sara Mosa," Eira began.  "My name was Sari Mosa. Tell me, Seregrían, have you ever heard of the Nurnhoth?'

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